Lyrics
Were can I, can I hide, ware you wont, find me, hide me,
I turn away, as you turn on the television.
O so small, the bodies lying face down in the dirt
We’re all the same cooler, once burnt so badly you can’t tell.
These lives sacrificed, like incants for your God dammed religion.
So holy, A pile of murdered woman and children
If your all mighty, wants this, It’s a sadistic pig!
What god would want this? what God's this low?
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